Woman in My Dreams

Woman in my dreams,
telling me what seems like my way
walking thru the door,
crossing on a floor of crystal glaze
and living in a dream,
and talkin' in what seems like icy phrases
singing sad songs and whispering along through the people's gazes
And it's ice,
it's ice that's boiling over.
and it's nice,
it's nice to feel a bit older.
and it's ice,
it's ice that's boiling over.
Thoughts of yesterday are late for today,
so let them fall behind.
and living in the past is backing up too fast,
so keep in your own time.
rainy clouds are seen high above the sheen of the distant skies,
thunder storms are born lightning will warn us of tomorrow's dangers.
And it's ice,
it's ice that's boiling over.
and it's nice,
it's nice to feel a bit older.
and it's ice,
it's ice that's boiling over.
Woman in my dreams,
telling me what seems like my way.
walking thru the door,
crossing on a floor of crystal glaze.
and living in a dream,
talkin what seems like icy phrases.
singing sad songs and whispering along through the people's gazes
And it's ice,
it's ice that's boiling over
and it's nice,
it's nice to feel a bit older
and it's ice,
it's ice that's boiling over.